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A  BIOGRAPHICAL     SERVICE 

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STORY  —   SONG 


STOR'd      By  r^USIGAL  EDITOR 

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A  BIOGRAPHICAL  SERVICE 
OF  STORY  and  SONG 


Story  by 
S.  TREVENA  JACKSON 


Musical  Editor 
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HELPFUL  SUGGESTIONS 

for  the  rendition  of  this  service 


The  service  is  complete  in  itself.  Begin  promptly  and  eliminate 
as  far  as  possible  all  preliminary  exercises.  The  service  can  be 
rendered  in  about  an  hour  and  a  quarter,  more  or  less,  according 
to  the  desire  of  the  reader  and  choir  master. 

It  can  be  simplified  musically  by  omitting  the  more  difficult 
selections.  The  length  of  the  service  may  also  be  curtailed  by 
singing  only  two  verses  of  the  hymns.  In  most  instances  this 
will  be  found  sufficient  to  clinch  properly  the  thought  of  the  story. 

By  this  method  the  service  can  probably  be  rendered  in  an  hours 
time  and  the  effect  produced  is  likely  to  be  more  lasting  than  if 
a  longer  time  were  consumed  in  its  rendition.  Don't  attempt  to 
sing  all  of  the  music.  Sometimes  a  single  Verse  of  a  hymn  will 
be  found  more  effective  than  using  the  entire  hymn. 

The  choir  should  begin  promptly  when  the  reader  finishes.  Omit 
all  instrumental  preludes  and  interludes.  If  possible  begin  all 
songs  from  the  chord.  The  story  and  the  songs  should  dovetail 
without  wasting  a  moments  time.  The  reader  must  study  the 
story  so  as  to  properly  bring  out  the  thought  expressed  and 
create  the  spiritual  impression  desired,  and  the  choir  should  ex- 
ercise especial  care  in  enunciating  clearly  and  distinctly  the  words 
of  the  hymns.  These  are  not  hit  or  miss  hymns  but  have  been 
prepared  especially  for  this  service  and  their  thoughts  intertwine 
with  those  of  the  story.  The  success  or  failure  of  this  service 
will  depend  on  the  care  exercised  in  these  matters.  Properly 
rendered,  the  service  should  prove  a  source  of  spiritual  blessing 
and  uplift. 


Dwight  L.  Moody 

A  Service  in  Story  and  Song 


In  Dundee  over  ten  thousand  persons 
gathered  in  the  open  air;  at  Glasgow 
nearly  thirty  thousand  congregated  at 
one  time,  and  in  London  during  four 
months  over  two  and  a  half  million  per- 
sons attended  the  meetings  which  were 
conducted  by  Dwight  L.  Moody,  who  a 
few  years  before  was  a  poor  farmers 
boy,  but  to  whose  feet  ministers,  states- 
men and  scholars  of  the  highest  degree 
were  now  gathered  for  inspiration  and 
help.  On  returning  to  the  country  of 
his  birth,  people  gathered    eagerly   by 


tens  of  thousands  to  listen  to  this  new 
preacher,  who  was  as  God's  flaming  torch 
burning  with  an  anxious  desire  to  win 
men  from  the  pathway  of  sin  and  to 
turn  them  to  a  pardoning  God. 

Such  a  life  should  be  ranked  with 
that  of  Lincoln,  and  read  into  the  lives 
of  coming  generations.  He  who  has 
reached  such  summits  of  service  leaves 
a  heritage,  fraught  with  eternal  blessings 
for  the  improvement  of  humanity  and  is 
worthy  of  the  love  and  esteen  of  the 
whole  world. 


A  I^ife  of  Blessing. 


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In  the  year  1 837,  on  the  5th  of 
February,  Dwight  L.  Moody  was  born, 
at  East  Northfield,  Massachusetts.  His 
home  was  a  humble  one  near  the  way- 
side. The  place  of  his  birth  was  beauti- 
ful for  situation.  The  river  wound  its 
way  between  the  hills,  while  a  lake 
nestled  in  poetic  solitude  near  his  home; 
just  the  place  for  this  boy's  brain  to 
plan  his  future,  and  a  spot  where 
thousands  should  receive  the  education 
of  which  he  in  boyhood  was  deprived. 

When  he  was  four  years  of  age  his 
father,  the  sole  support  of  the  family, 
died.  Nine  children  were  left  to  be 
cared  for  by  the  industry  of  a  frugal  New 
England,  God  -  fearing,  Bible  -  loving, 
Sabbath-keeping,  child-culturing  moth- 
er. Dwight  clung  closely  to  his  mother 
in  her  sorrow,  and  down  to  the  time 
when  she  reached  over  ninety  years  of 
age  she  was  still  his  precious  one.  When 


he  had  reached  his  fame  he  tells  this 
story  of  his  mother's  wonderful  love: 

"Perhaps  there  is  no  subject  in  the 
Bible  that  takes  hold  of  me  with  as 
great  force  as  this  subject  of  the  wander- 
ing sinner.  It  enters  deeply  into  my 
own  life.  It  comes  right  home  into  our 
own  family.  The  first  thing  I  remember 
was  the  death  of  my  father.  It  was  a 
beautiful  day  in  June  when  he  fell 
suddenly  dead.  The  shock  made  such 
an  impression  on  me,  young  as  I  was, 
that  I  shall  never  forget  it.  I  remember 
nothing  about  the  funeral,  but  his  death 
has  made  a  lasting  impression  upon  me. 

The  next  thing  that  I  remember  was 
that  my  mother  was  taken  very  sick. 
And  the  next  thing  that  occurred  in  our 
family  that  impressed  my  young  mind 
was  that  my  eldest  brother,  to  whom 
my  mother  looked  up  to  comfort  her  in 
her  loneliness  and  in  great   affliction, 


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become  a  wanderer — he  left  home.  I 
need  not  tell  you  how  that  mother 
mourned  for  her  boy,  how  she  waited 
day  by  day  and  month  by  month  for 
his  return.  I  need  not  say  how  night 
after  night  she  watched  and  wept  and 
prayed.  Many  a  time  we  were  told  to 
go  to  the  post-office  to  see  if  a  letter 
had  not  come  from  him.  But  we  had 
to  bring  back  the  sorrowful  words,  "No 
letter  yet,  mother/'  Many  a  time  have 
I  waked  up  and  heard  my  mother  pray: 
"Oh,  God,  bring  back  my  boy/'  Many 
a  time  did  she  lift  her  heart  up  to  God 
in  prayer  for  her  boy.  When  the 
wintry  gale  would  blow  around  the 
house,  and  the  storm  rage  without  the 
door,  her  dear  face  would  wear  a 
terribly  anxious  look,  and  she  would 
utter  in  piteous  tones,  "Oh,  my  dear 
boy;  perhaps  he  is  on  the  ocean  this 
fearful  night.  Oh,  God,  perserve  him/' 
We  would  sit  around  the  fire-side  on  an 
evening  and  ask  her  to  tell  us  about 
our  father,  and  she  would  talk  for  hours 
about  him. 

But   if   the   mention  of   my    eldest 


brother  should  chance  to  come  in,  then 
all  would  be  hushed;  she  never  spoke  of 
him  but  with  tears.  Many  a  time  did 
she  try  to  conceal  them,  but  all  would 
be  in  vain,  and  when  Thanksgiving  Day 
would  come  a  chair  used  to  be  set  for 
him.  Our  friends  and  neighbors  gave 
him  up,  but  our  mother  had  faith  that 
she  would  see  him  again.  One  day  in 
the  middle  of  summer  a  stranger  was 
seen  approaching  the  house.  He  came 
up  on  the  east  piazza  and  looked  upon 
my  mother  through  the  window.  The 
man  had  a  long  beard,  and  when  my 
mother  first  saw  him  she  did  not  start 
or  rise.  But  when  she  saw  the  great 
tears  trickling  down  his  cheeks  she 
cried,  "It's  my  boy,  my  dear,  dear  boy/' 
and  sprang  to  the  window. 

But  there  the  boy  stood  and  said, 
"Mother,  I  will  never  cross  the  threshold 
until  you  say  you  forgive  me."  Do  you 
think  he  had  to  stay  there  long?  No,  no. 
Her  arms  were  soon  around  him,  and 
she  wept  upon  his  shoulder,  as  did  the 
father  of  the  prodigal  son." 


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well  known  voice,  "My  child  has  re-turned,   let  all  heav'n  re  -  joice!" 


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The  Sabbath  Day  in  the  Moody  home 
was  one  of  rest  and  quiet.  The  children 
most  go  to  the  sanctuary.  This  habit 
was  formed  in  young  Dwight's  life  in 
such  a  way  that  he  thanked  God  to  his 
dying  day  for  the  early  custom  of  church 
going.  In  the  quiet  Sabbath  eventide, 
the  mother  would  gather  her  children 
around  her,  and  read  to  them  the  story 
of  God's  love*  of  Christ's  mercy,  and 
the  beautiful  home  on  high.  During 
these  years  ambitions  began  to  form 
themselves  in  Dwight's  young  life  to  be 
something  and  somebody  in  this  world. 
His  mother's  brothers  came  to  spend 
Thanksgiving  Day  at  East  Northfield, 
and  Dwight  said  to  his  uncles:  "I  want 
to  go  to  Boston."  They  paid  no  atten- 
tion to  him,  but  in  his  quiet  hours  he 
had  made  up  his  mind  that  if  he  had  to 
walk  every  inch  of  the  hundred  miles, 
he  was  going  to  Boston.  So  bidding 
good-bye  to  his  mother  he  started  out. 
On  reaching  there  his  days  were  full  of 
suffering.  In  after  years,  when  he  was 
swaying  tens  of  thousands  in  that  city 
he  said,  "I  remember  how  I  walked  up 
and  down  the  streets  trying  to  get  a 
situation,  and  I  recollect  how,  when 
they  answered  me  roughly,  their  treat- 
ment would  chill  my  blood.  But  when 
someone  would  say,  "I  feel  for  you;  I 
would  like  to  help  you,  but  I  can't; 
you'll  be  all  right  soon,"  I  went  away 


happy  and  light-hearted.  For  about 
two  days  I  had  the  feeling  that  no  one 
wanted  me.  I've  never  had  it  since,  and 
I  never  want  to  have  it  again.  It  seems 
to  me  that  must  have  been  the  feeling 
of  the  Son  of  God  when  he  was  down 
here.     They  did  not  want  him." 

Toward  the  end  of  the  week  when  he 
felt  himself  almost  adrift,  he  went  to  an 
uncle,  Mr.  Holton,  and  was  offered  a 
position  in  his  store  on  the  condition  that 
he  would  not  want  to  run  the  business, 
and  would  go  to  Church  and  Sunday 
School,  and  do  nothing  that  he  would  be 
ashamed  to  tell  his  mother.  Dwight 
decided  on  the  spot.  On  the  Sabbath 
he  was  found  in  Church  and  Sunday 
School,  and  from  the  very  beginning  his 
uncle  found  him  a  skilled  business  youth, 
with  the  quality  of  courtesy.  Mr.  Kim- 
bell,  his  Sunday  School  teacher,  saw  in 
this  country  youth  certain  qualities  of 
value,  that  if  turned  in  the  right  direc- 
tion would  be  sources  of  power  in  his 
own  life  and  to  many  others.  He  made 
up  his  mind  to  ask  young  Moody  to 
surrender  his  life  to  the  service  of 
Christ.  One  day  Mr.  Kimbell,  in  going 
down  Court  Street,  Boston,  saw  Dwight 
in  the  back  of  the  store  tying  up  a 
pair  of  shoes.  The  boy  was  alone.  He 
went  to  him,  and  asked  him  to  yield  his 
heart  to  the  Saviour  while  it  was  young 
and  tender,  which  he  did  there  and  then. 


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This  moment  of  decision  became  the 
turning  point  of  his  whole  life.  He 
went  to  the  Bible  with  a  hunger  for 
spiritual  food,  and  a  thirst  which  was 
satisfied  only  in  drinking  deeply  from 
the  rivers  of  God.  Truly  it  can  be  said 
of  Mr.  Moody,  he  was  a  man  of  one 
Book.  "While  he  read  other  books,  and 
received  from  them  enlightenment  and 
inspiration,  it  was  the  Bible  which  was 
the  secret  and  source  of  his  power.  He 
caught  the  real  spirit-life  of  the  sacred 
Scriptures,  and  proclaimed  its  truths  as 
the  only  hope  for  sin-stained  souls. 

Success  attended  his  business  capacity 
in  his  uncle's  store  in  Boston.  His 
industry,  diligence,  and  keen  knowledge 
of  people  won  him  many  friends.  He 
was  thrifty.  After  sending  a  certain 
amount  each  week  to  his  mother,  he 
had  saved  quite  a  little  sum.  One  day, 
looking  at  this  amount  which  he  had 
saved,  he  was  convinced  that  he  could 


make  greater  headway  in  the  city  of 
Chicago.  The  first  Sabbath  in  that 
western  city,  he  went  to  the  house  of 
God.  While  there,  he  was  desirous  of 
teaching  in  the  Sunday  School,  but 
when  he  sought  a  class  he  was  told 
several  times  there  were  none  lacking  a 
teacher,  so  he  went  out  into  the  streets, 
and  gathered  a  group  of  young  urchins 
and  brought  them  to  the  Sabbath 
School,  where  he  began  to  teach  them 
the  story  of  Christ  Jesus.  Then  he  took 
a  pew  in  the  Church  and  brought  young 
men  unaccustomed  to  attend  divine 
worship  and  filled  the  pew.  Later  he 
paid  for  four  pews,  and  filled  them  with 
young  men.  He  became  deeply  in- 
terested in  the  poor,  and  rented  an  old 
saloon  for  a  Sunday  School  room,  in 
the  immediate  neighborhood  of  two 
hundred  saloons  and  gambling  dens. 
His  love  for  the  poor  was  a  passion.  By 


D WIGHT  L.  MOODY 


a  dim  candle  light  he  would  sit  and  tell 
the  story  of  the  prodigal  to  the  poorest 
of  people.  Soon  the  Sunday  School 
out-grew  the  saloon  room,  and  was 
held  in  a  hall  where  a  thousand  persons 


gathered  to  hear  the  word  of  God  ex- 
pounded. For  six  years  he  continued 
to  do  this  work,  even  sweeping  and 
making  ready  the  room  for  the  comfort 
of  the  poor. 


EDITH    SANFORP   TII.I.OTSOX. 

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When  Moody  was  twenty-three  years 
old,  his  business  methods  had  won  him 
hundreds  of  friends,  and  by  economy 
he  had  saved  quite  a  sum  of  money. 
He  was  now  seriously  considering  the 
wisdom  of  giving  up  his  business,  and 
devoting  his  entire  time  to  the  service 
of  saving  souls.  He  was  led  to  the 
decision  by  the  following  story: 

"In  the  Sunday  School  I  had  a  pale, 
delicate  young  man  as  one  of  the  teach- 
ers. I  knew  his  burning  piety,  and 
assigned  him  to  the  worst  class  in  the 
school.  They  were  all  girls,  and  it  was 
an  awful  class.  They  kept  gadding 
around  in  the  school-room,  and  were 
laughing  and  carrying  on  all  the  time. 
One  Sunday  he  was  absent,  and  I  tried 
myself  to  teach  the  class,  but  couldn't 
do  anything  with  them,  they  seemed 
farther  off  than  ever  from  any  concern 
about  their  souls.  "Well,  the  day  after 
his  absence,  early  Monday  morning,  the 
young  man  came  into  the  store  where  I 
worked,  and  tottering  and  bloodless, 
threw  himself  on  some  boxes. 

"'What's  the  matter?'  I  asked. 

***I  have  been  bleeding  at  the  lungs, 
and  they  have  given  me  up  to  die*  he 
said. 

4 "But  you  are  not  afraid  to  die?'  I 
questioned. 

"'No,'  said  he,  I  not  afraid  to  die; 
but  I  have  to  stand  before  God  and 


give  an  account  of  my  stewardship,  and 
not  one  of  my  Sabbath  School  scholars 
has  been  brought  to  Jesus.  I  have 
failed  to  bring  one,  and  haven't  any 
strength  to  do  it  now/ 

"He  was  so  weighed  down  that  I  got 
a  carriage  and  took  that  dying  man  in 
it,  and  we  called  at  the  home  of  every 
one  of  his  scholars,  and  to  each  one  he 
said,  as  best  his  faint  voice  would  let 
him,  'I  have  come  to  just  ask  you  to 
come  to  the  Saviour/  and  then  he 
prayed  as  I  never  heard  him  before. 
And  for  ten  days  he  labored  in  that  way, 
sometimes  walking  to  the  nearest 
houses.  And  at  the  end  of  that  ten 
days,  every  one  of  that  large  class 
had  yielded  to  the  Saviour. 

"Full  well  I  remember  the  night  be- 
fore he  went  away  (for  the  doctors  said 
he  must  hurry  to  the  South);  how  we  held 
a  true  love-feast.  It  was  the  very  gate 
of  heaven,  that  meeting.  He  prayed, 
and  they  prayed;  he  didn't  ask  them, 
he  didn't  think  they  could  pray;  and 
then  we  sang,  'Blest  be  the  tie  that 
binds/  It  was  a  beautiful  night  in 
June  that  he  left  on  the  Michigan 
Southern,  and  I  was  down  at  the  train 
to  help  him  off.  And  those  girls  every 
one  gathered  there  again,  all  unknown 
to  each  other;  and  the  depot  seemed  a 
second  gate  to  heaven,  in  the  joyful,  yet 
tearful,  communion  and  farewells  be- 


D WIGHT  L.  MOODY 


11 


tween  those  newly-redeemed  souls  and 
him  whose  crown  of  rejoicing  it  will  be 
that  he  led  them  to  Jesus.  At  last  the 
gong  sounded  and,  supported  on  the 
platform,  the  dying  man  shook  hands 


with  each  one,  and  whispered,  'I  will 
meet  you  yonder/ 

"From  this,"  says  Mr.  Moody,  "I  got 
the  first  impulse  to  work  solely  for  the 
conversion  of  men/' 


Hearts  for  the  Saviour. 


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DWIGHT  L.  MOODY 


On  retiring  from  business  his  employ- 
er asked  him  who  would  provide  for 
him*  Mr.  Moody  replied,  "God  will 
provide  for  me  if  he  wishes  to  keep 
me  on,  and  I  shall  keep  on  until  I  am 
obliged  to  stop/'  He  had  turned  his 
attention  from  the  making  of  money  to 
the  redemption  of  men.  To  keep  down 
his  expenses  in  this  work,  he  slept  at 
night  on  a  bench  in  the  rooms  of  the 
Young  Hen's  Christian  Association,  and 
lived  on  the  plainest  food.  Those  hav- 
ing in  charge  the  Christian  work  among 
the  poor  in  the  city  of  Chicago  appoint- 
ed Mr.  Moody  as  the  City  Missionary. 
About  this  time  the  dark  clouds  of  war 
began  to  spread  over  the  face  of  this 
sun-lit  land;  camps  were  established  in 
Chicago,  and  Mr.  Moody  went  from 
tent  to  tent,  reading  to  the  men  from 
the  Sacred  Book  and  praying  with  them 
before  they  left  to  face  the  foe.  He 
labored  night  and  day  with  untiring 
zeal  to  bring  a  bit  of  the  Word  of  the 
Eternal  God  into  the  lives  of  these  men 
who  were  going  to  the  front,  many  of 
them  never  to  return. 

While  he  did  not  feel  it  his  duty  to 
shoot  down  his  fellow  beings,  he  was 
willing  to  go  on  the  battle  field  to  nurse 
the  suffering  and  to  break  to  them  the 
Bread  of  Life.  He  was  with  the  Army 
at  Pittsburgh  Landing,  Shiloh,  Chatta- 
nooga, and  Murfreesboro.  It  was  at 
Murfreesboro,  where  the  battle  raged 
for  five  days,  that  Mr.  Moody  was 
God's  evangel,  going  today  with  the 
North,  and  tomorrow  with  the  South, 
cheering  up  the  men  all  along  the  line. 
Mr.  Moody  tells  this  story  concerning 
one  of  the  men  in  the  hospital  at  this 
place:  "One  night  after  midnight,  I  was 
awakened  and  told  there  was  a  man  in 
one  of  the  wards  who  wanted  to  see  me. 
I  went  to  him,  and  he  called  me  'Chap- 
lain' (I  wasn't  a  chaplain),  and  he  said 
he  wanted  me  to  help  him  die*  And  I 
said,  'I'd  take  you  right  up  in  my  arms 
and  carry  you  into  the  kingdom  of  God 


if  I  could,  but  I  can't  do  it;  I  can't 
help  you  to  die,* 

"And  he  said,  'Who  can?' 

"I  said,  'The  Lord  Jesus  Christ  can. 
He  came  for  that  purpose/  He  shook 
his  head  and  said,  'He  can't  save  me; 
I  have  sinned  all  my  life.' 

"And  I  said,  'But  he  came  to  save 
sinners.'  I  thought  of  his  mother  in 
the  North,  and  I  knew  that  she  was 
anxious  that  he  should  die  right,  and  I 
thought  I'd  stay  with  him.  I  prayed 
two  or  three  times,  and  repeated  all  the 
promises  I  could;  I  knew  that  in  a  few 
hours  he  would  be  gone.  I  said  I  want- 
ed to  read  him  a  conversation  that 
Christ  had  with  a  man  who  was  anxious 
about  his  soul.  I  turned  to  the  third 
chapter  of  John.  His  eyes  were  riveted 
on  me,  and  when  I  came  to  the  four- 
teenth and  fifteenth  verses,  he  caught 
up  the  words,  'As  Moses  lifted  up  the 
serpent  in  the  wilderness,  even  so  must 
the  Son  of  man  be  lifted  up:  that 
whosoever  believeth  in  him  should  not 
perish,  but  have  eternal  life.' 

"He  stopped  me,  and  said,  'Is  that 
there?'  I  said,  'Yes/.and  he  asked  me  to 
read  it  again,  and  I  did  so.  He  leaned 
his  elbows  on  the  cot  and  clasped  his 
hands  together,  and  said,  'That's  good; 
won't  you  read  it  again?'  I  read  it  the 
third  time,  and  then  went  on  with  the 
rest  of  the  chapter.  When  I  finished 
his  eyes  were  closed,  his  hands  were 
folded,  and  there  was  a  smile  on  his 
face.  Oh,  how  it  was  lit  up!  What  a 
change  had  come  over  it.  I  saw  his 
lips  quiver,  and  I  leaned  over  him,  and 
heard  in  a  faint  whisper,  'As  Moses 
lifted  up  the  serpent  in  the  wilderness, 
so  must  the  Son  of  man  be  lifted  up: 
that  whosoever  believeth  on  him  should 
not  perish,  but  have  eternal  life/ 

"He  opened  his  eyes  and  said,  'That's 
enough;  don't  read  any  more/  He 
lingered  a  few  hours,  and  then  pillowed 
his  head  on  those  two  verses,  and  fell 
asleep  in  Christ." 


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There  was  a  woman  at  this  time  who 
was  deeply  interested  in  improving  the 
condition  of  the  poort  and  in  instruct- 
ing boys  and  girls  in  sobriety  and 
Christian  faith.  She  was  a  most  devout 
soul,  and  Mr.  Moody  knew  that  she 
was  just  the  woman  to  make  him  a  wife 
of  untold  worth,  so  on  the  28th  day  of 
August  1862,  Mr.  Moody  married  Miss 
Emma  C.  Revell,  who  became  a  most 
devoted  wife,  down  to  the  day  of  his 
death.  Five  years  after  his  wedding 
Moody  made  a  brief  visit  to  England, 


for  the  sole  purpose  of  studying  the 
notable  men  of  that  country.  He 
met  Spurgeon  and  George  Muller, 
and  returned  home  with  the  determin- 
ation that  if  he  could  find  someone 
who  was  gifted  as  a  singer  he  would 
enter  into  a  life  of  evangelistic  work. 
A  few  years  afterwards  at  a  Sunday 
School  Convention  in  Indianapolis  he 
found  the  man  he  was  looking  for  in  Ira 
D.  Sankey,  a  man  to  whom  God  had 
given  the  gift  of  swaying  the  multitudes 
by    sacred    song.      They    entered    into 


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DWIGHT  L.  MOODY 


work  together  in  Chicago,  until  the  great 
fire  in  1871,  when  everything  that  Mr. 
Moody  possessed  was  destroyed,  ex- 
cept his  family,  his  Bible,  and  his  rep- 
utation. 

Mr.  Moody  had-met  in  Ireland  Henry 
Moorhouse,  who  was  anxious  to  preach 
for  Mr.  Moody  in  Chicago.  This  man 
arrived  in  Chicago  when  Mr.  Moody 
was  away  and  preached  two  sermons 
founded  on  John  3:16.  On  Mr.  Moody's 
return,  Mrs.  Moody  said  "I  think  you 
will  like  him,  although  he  preaches  a 
little  differently  from  you.  He  tells  the 
worst  sinners  that  God  loves  them/' 
On  the  next  Sunday  Mr.  Moody  noticed 
every  person  had  brought  a  Bible  to 
Church.  In  the  evening  the  place  was 
thronged  to  hear  Mr.  Moorhouse,  and 
his  text  again   was,   John    3:16.      He 


preached  a  most  wonderful  sermon.  Mr. 
Moody  was  unable  to  keep  back  the 
tears.  It  was  like  news  from  a  new 
country.  For  seven  nights  Mr.  Moor- 
house preached  from  the  text  John  3:16, 
and  the  last  night  he  concluded  with 
these  words:  "My  friends,  for  a  whole 
week  I  have  been  trying  to  tell  you  how 
much  God  loves  you,  but  I  cannot  do  it 
with  'this  poor  stammering  tongue/  If 
I  could  borrow  Jacob's  ladder  and  climb 
up  into  Heaven,  and  ask  Gabriel,  who 
stands  in  the  presence  of  the  Almighty, 
to  tell  me  how  much  love  the  Father 
has  for  the  world,  all  he  could  say  would 
be,  'God  so  loved  the  world,  that  He 
gave  His  only  begotten  Son,  that  who- 
soever believeth  in  Him  should  not 
perish,  but  have  everlasting  life/" 


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with  Mr.  Sankey  arrived  at  Liverpool. 
At  first  the  out  look  was  dark,  but  they 
began  a  work  which  was  of  such  lasting 
value  of  souls  in  the  saving  that  it  was 
epoch  making  in  the  Christian  faith. 
They   began  their   work   at  York,  con- 


tinued it  at  Sunderland  and  Newcastle, 
visited  Edinburgh  and  Glasgow,  finish- 
ing up  with  four  months  work  in 
London.  George  Adams  Smith,  one  of 
the  most  notable  scholars  in  Scotland, 
said,  "In  six  months  their  mission  was 
the    strongest    religious    force    in    the 


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country;  oar  people  were  stirred  as  they 
had  not  been  since  the  days  of  Wesley 
and  Whitfield/' 

The  usual  success  of  these  two  Amer- 
icans across  the  Atlantic  stirred  many 
hearts  in  the  United  States,  On  their 
return  a  great  work  was  accomplished 
in  Philadelphia,  Boston,  New  York, 
Brooklyn,  and   most  of  the  big   cities 


throughout  the  country  were  greatly 
awakened  through  the  preaching  of  this 
man  of  Northfield.  He  had  learned  the 
art  of  winning  souls  and  his  passion  by 
day  and  night  was  to  turn  men  to  a 
pardoning  God,  He  had  learned  the 
secret  of  bringing  souls  to  Jesus  and 
was  constantly  urging  his  workers  to  go 
out  and  bring  home  the  lost. 


Winning  Soils. 


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EDITH    SANFOIil)    TlLI.OTSON.  INTEUNATKIXAI.   COPTBIGBT   SF.CIKED. 

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After  Mr.  Moody's  greaf  spiritual 
campaigns,  into  which  he  flung  the 
vigor  of  his  robust  manhood,  he  would 
return  to  that  restful  bit  of  country 
among  the  hills,  where  he  was  born,  to 
gather  strength  for  greater  work.  While 
here,  it  mattered  not  how  busy  his  day 
might  be,  there  was  always  a  moment 
to  run  in  and  see  his  mother,  and  bring 
a  little  sunshine  into  her  life.  When 
away  from  home  he  was  constantly 
writing  little  messages  to  her.  It 
happened  that  her  birthday  came  on 
the  same  day  as  his  own,  and  he  never 
failed  to  send  her  a  little  greeting. 
When  she  was  ninety-one  years  of  age, 
he  wrote  her  a  letter  full  of  gratitude  to 
the  Eternal  God,  that  He  had  spared 
her  so  long  to  her  family.  One  of  the 
most  pathetic  and  inspiring  sights  ever 
seen  was  when  Dwight  L.  Moody  stood 
beside  his  mother's  lifeless  body,  with 


his  hand  on  the  old  family  Bible,  and 
poured  out  with  deep  feeling  the 
thoughts  of  his  heart  concerning  his 
precious,  patient,  God-fearing  mother. 
He  said:  "It  is  a  great  honor  to  be  the 
son  of  such  a  mother.  My  mother  was 
a  wise  woman.  In  one  sense  she  was 
wiser  then  Solomon:  she  knew  how  to 
bring  up  her  children.  She  had  nine 
children  and  they  all  loved  their  home. 
She  could  do  anything  with  them. 
Whenever  I  wanted  real  sound  council, 
I  used  to  go  to  my  mother.  It's  a 
great  thing  to  have  such  a  mother,  and 
I  feel  like  standing  up  here  today  to 
praise  her.  I  want  you  to  understand 
we  do  not  mourn.  We  are  proud  we 
had  such  a  mother.  We  have  a 
wonderful  legacy  left  us.  When  every- 
thing went  against  her  this  was  her  stay: 
'My  Trust  is  in  God/" 


Flora  Kirkland, 


God  is  My  Refuge. 

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Mr.  Moody  had  learned  the  value  of 
an  education,  and  to  that  end  he  found- 
ed the  two  great  schools  at  Northfield, 
and  inaugurated  the  Bible  Institute  at 
Chicago.  Mr.  Sankey  describing  the 
Institutions  at  Northfield  and  Mount 
Hermont  said:  "Dwight  L.  Moody  was 
the  greatest  and  noblest  man  I  have 
ever  known;  He  will  not  only  be  re- 
membered by  his  extended  evangelistic 
work,  but  also  for  the  two  noble  schools 
which  he  founded.  These  schools  at 
Northfield  and  Mount  Hermon,  Mass- 
achusetts, originated  in  this  way:  One 
day  about  the  year  1880,  Mr.  Moody 
drove  up  into  the  mountains  near  his 
mother's  home.  Stopping  at  a  much 
dilapidated  farmhouse,  he  hitched  his 
horse  to  the  fence  and  went  in.  The 
man  of  the  family  was  sick  in  bed;  the 
mother  and  two  daughters  were  making 
straw  hats,  by  which  to  support  the 
family.     Moody  said  to  them: 

'"What  are  you  going  to  do?  This 


old  farm  is  all  worn  out  and  unable  to 
maintain  your  family/ 

"The  girls  answered  that  if  they  could 
obtain  an  education  in  some  way  they 
might  be  able  to  earn  money  for  the 
support  of  their  parents. 

"Well,  let  us  pray  about  it,"  said 
Mr.  Moody.  After  the  prayer  he  gave 
them  a  little  money,  got  in  his  carriage, 
and  started  back  down  the  mountain  to 
the  village.  I  met  him  on  his  return, 
and  he  said  to  me,  *I  have  made  up  my 
mind  to  start  a  school  for  poor  girls  in 
New  England.  If  you  are  willing,  we 
will  ask  the  committee  which  has  charge 
of  the  royalty  received  on  our  hymn- 
books  to  devote  the  income  from  that 
source  to  start  the  erection  of  buildings. 
The  first  students  in  the  school  were 
the  poor  girls  who  were  making  the 
straw  hats.  These  noble  Institutions 
will  perpetuate  the  name  of  Dwight  L. 
Moody  forever." 


22 


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preached  on  Mount  Calvary,  sailed  over 
the  sea  of  Galilee,  felt  the  cool  breath 
of  the  breezes  of  snowy  Hermon,  and 
drew  inspiration  and  enthusiasm  from 
the  sacred  memories  of  Mount  Olivet. 
On  his  return  to  England  he  was  in  the 
best  of  spirits  and  very  anxious  to 
reach  home.  He  set  sail  on  the  Steam- 
ship "Spree"  from  Southampton.  On 
the  third  day  out  he  was  startled  by  a 
terrible  crash  and  shock,  as  if  the  vessel 
had  been  driven  on  a  rock.  The  shaft 
of  the  vessel  was  broken.  The  water 
began  to  flood  the  compartments.  For 
two  days  the  ship  drifted  in  a  helpless 
condition.  The  pumps  were  almost 
useless.  The  sea  was  so  heavy  that  it 
was  impossible  to  lower  the  life-boats. 
Rockets  flamed  the  sky;  no  answer 
came.  On  Sunday  morning  Mr.  Moody 
conducted  a  religious  service.  He  read: 
"He  that  dwelleth  in  the  secret  place 
of  the  Most  High  shall  abide  under  the 


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reached  the  verse;  "He  shall  give  his 
angels  charge  over  thee,  to  keep  thee  in 
all  thy  ways,"  a  new  star  of  hope  came 
into  his  life.  After  offering  prayer  his 
soul  seemed  to  rest  in  the  power  of  God 
as  never  before.  In  the  evening  he  fell 
asleep.  About  three  o'clock  in  the 
morning  his  son  aroused  him,  "Father 
come  on  deck."  He  followed  him,  and 
here  in  the  distance  was  a  light,  rising, 
and  sinking  in  the  sea,  It  was  the 
messenger  of  safety  the  steamer  "Lake 
Huron",  which  rescued  them.  When 
he  reached  home  joy  unspeakable  filled 
the  hearts  of  his  family,  and  the  boys 
and  girls  of  the  Institutions,  whom  he 
had  given  his  life  and  his  money  to 
educate,  came  to  the  station  to  meet 
him  with  torch-lights  and  a  band  of 
music,  and  sang  praises  to  God  for  the 
deliverance  of  their  Chief  from  the  perils 
of  the  sea. 


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began  to  break.  He  telegraphed  to  his 
family,  "Doctor  thinks  I  need  a  rest, 
am  on  my  way  home/'  After  a  brief 
illness  of  six  weeks  he  woke  one  day 
and  said:  "Earth  recedes;  Heaven 
opens  before  me."  The  first  impulse 
was,  that  it  was  a  dream.  He  replied; 
"No,  this  is  no  dream.  It  is  beautiful. 
If  this  be  death  it  is  sweet.  There 
is  no  valley  here.  God  is  calling  me, 
and  I  must  go/'  Thus  fell  asleep, 
quietly  and  peacefully,  one  of  the 
biggest,  bravest  men  that  this 
country  or  any  other  country  has  ever 
produced.  His  work  was  that  of  a 
Master  Builder,  who  needed  not  to  be 
ashamed,  and  his  influence  throughout 


the  world  today  is  that  of  one  who, 
"though  dead,  yet  speaketh."  How 
remarkable  his  words  just  before  he  en- 
tered on  his  last  great  work  in  Kansas 
City:  "Some  day  you  will  read  in  the 
papers  that  D.  L.  Moody,  of  East 
Northfield,  is  dead.  Don't  you  believe 
a  word  of  it!  At  that  moment  I  shall  be 
more  alive  than  I  am  now.  I  shall  have 
gone  up  higher,  that  is  all,  out  of  this 
old  clay  tenement  into  a  house  that  is 
immortal;  a  body  that  death  cannot 
touch,  that  sin  cannot  taint,  a  body 
like  unto  His  glorious  body.  I  was 
born  of  the  flesh  in  \  837.  I  was  born 
of  the  Spirit  in  \  856.  That  which  is 
born  of  the  flesh  may  die.  That  which 
is  born   of  the  Spirit  will  live  forever. 


Mr.  Moody  had  a  number  of  favorite  hymns  during  his  life-time.  His  last  great  favorite  was 
"  Saved  by  Grace  "  which  is  here  published.  We  print  also  "My  Soul,  be  on  Thy  Guard,"  a 
hymn  which  he  loved  and  one  which  he  often  quoted. 


Fanny  J.  Crosby. 

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A  FASCINATING  COLLECTION  OF 

SACRED  MUSICAL  SERVICES 

The  s'ories  are  instructive,  entertaining  and  strongly  devotional. 

The  music  in   many  of  the  services  is  of  a  good  gospel  hymn  grade, 

making  them  usable  where  only  amateur  singe  is  can  be  secured  or  where 

time  for  preparation  is  limited,  while    others  of  the  seties  contain  one 

or  more  good  medium  grade  anthems,  interspersed  with    the  other  grade 

of  songs.      Such  services  may  be    used   effectively  having  a  chorus  of 

young    singers  fr- m   the   Sunday   School  or  the  entire    school    to    render  the  songs,    while   the   Church   Choir,    (quartette  or  chorus) 

renders  the  anthems. 

They  are  equally  appropriate  for  Sunday  evening  services  in  place  of  a  sermon  or  for  a  midweek  service  or  entertainment. 
They  are  easy  to  render  but  hard  to  forget;  no  staging,  costuming  or  rehearsal  of  parts  is  required  as  is  necessary  in  preparing  a 
cantata.      The  Pastor  or  any  good  reader  reads  the  story.     As  the  reader  reads  the  last  sentence  before  the  song  or  anthem  the  singers 
rise  and  render  the  musical  number  illustrating  that  part  of  the  story  just  read  and  so  on  throughout  the  entire  service.     No  additional 
opening  or  closing  exercises  are  needed,  the  service  being  complete  in  itself. 

To  render  successfully  a  Story  and  Song  Service  only  copies  enough  are  needed  to  supply  the  reader  and  one  for  each  singer. 
Many  Pastors  plan  to  use  a  "Story  and  Song  Service"  one  Sunday  evening  each  month.      They  are  marvellous  in  their  power  to 
attract  and  hold  the  people  even  on  hot  summer  evenings. 

Many   Sunday  School  superintendents  are   learning   to   use   these    Story   and  Song  Services  at  the  festival  seasons  in  place  of  the 
time-honored  services  and  cantatas,  which  offer  but  little  variety,  while  the  burden  of  preparation  is  great. 

Lantern  slides  can  be  secured  for  some  of  these  services,  thus  bringing  again  into  use  the  picture  method  of  teaching  and  preaching 
which  has  been  so  effective  in  the  past. 

New  ideas  are  being  constantly  worked  out' in  this  series,  and  new  services  are  continually  in  course  of  preparation.       The  latest 
idea  is  shown  in  the  "Biographical  Series"  listed  below. 

In  the  following  list  to  which  new  titles  will  be  added  from  time  to  time,  may  be  found  services  suitable  for  the  special  occasions 
such  as  Christmas,  taster.  Missionary  or  Temperance  Rallies  and  Children's  Day,    as  well  as  those  for  general  use.       Order  by  titl». 


BIOGRAPHICAL 

Dwight  L  Moody. 

Fanny  Crosby. 

'The  Missionary  Hero  of  Labrador  (Dr.  Grenfell). 


Mothers  of  the  Bible 


MOTHERS'  DAY 


'The  Shepherd's  Story. 
'His  Birthday. 


The  Victor  of  Bozrah. 
*Love  Triumphant 


CHRISTMAS 


EASTER 


TEMPERANCE 

Buy  your  own  Cherries. 

GENERAL 
His  Mother's  Sermon. 
Where  Love  is,  There  God  is  Also. 
Saved  at  Sea. 

The  Story  of  the  Pink  Rose. 
Whiter  than  Snow. 
Little  Daniel. 
Pilgrim's  Progress. 
Probable  Sons 
Christie's  Old  Organ. 


CHILDREN'S  DAY 
*The  Missionary  Hero  of  Labrador. 
Chalices  of  Perfume. 

A  *  before  the  title  indicates  that  an  abridged  (Sunday  School)  edition  can  be  purchased,  containing  all  the  songs  which  would  be 
used  by  the  school  and  enough  of  the  story  to  show  where  each  song  appears. 

Thus  for  Christmas,  Easter  or  Children's  Day  an  appropriate  Story  and  Song  service  can  be  ^elected  and  by  securing  enough  copies 
of  the  COMPLETE  EDITION  to  supply  the  reader  with  the  story  and  the  choir  with  the  anthems,  and  enough  copies  of  the  abridged 
edition  to  supply  the  school,  the  service  can  be  beautifully  rendered  by  the  combined  school  and  choir  at  small  expense. 

_     .  (  Single  copy  15  cents;  per  dozen  $1.50,  postpaid.     Per  hundred  $10.00,  not  prepaid. 

1   171CCS       Sunday  School  (abridged  edition  ,  $4.00  per  hundred,  not  prepaid.     $4.35  per  hundred,  prepaid. 

(  50  or  more,  either  edition,  at  the  100  rate;  less  than  50  copies,  (abridged  edition)  5  cents  per  copy,  prepaid. 

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Unsolicited    Testimonials 


You  may  be  interested  to  know  that  we  used  the 
Story  and  Song  service  "His  Mother's  Sermon"  last 
Sunday  evening  with  even  greater  success,  if  that  is 
possible,  than  'Love  Triumphant"  and  the  others  we 
had  previously  used.  A  full  house  was  held  almost 
breathless  through  the  entire  service  and  full  of  ex- 
pressions of  delight  at  the  close  and  since. 

C.  C.  Luther,  Pastor  Baptist  Church, 
Somers  Point,  N.J. 

We  used  the  Shepherd's  Story  and  were  delighted 
with  it.  We  have  three  weeks  of  revival  effort  begin- 
ning now  and  as  soon  as  it  closes  we  wish  to  use  the  Pink 
Rose  or  one  of  the  other  ones,  and  during  the  Winter 
and  Spring  we  shall  probably  use  most  of  the  samples 
you  sent  me. 

0.  M.  Thompson, 

Edinboro,  Pa. 
Please  send  me  one  dozen  of  your  Pilgrim's  Prog- 
ress in  the  Song  and  Story  Series.  I  cannot  tell  you 
how  delighted  the  people  were  with  Saved  at  Sea,  and 
we  find  that  it  is  one  of  the  most  delightful  ways  of 
reaching  the  indifferent  ones  with  the  gospel  truth. 

Mrs.  Flora  V.  Stebbins.  (Noted  S.  S.  Worker) 

Lee,  Maine 
I  have  used  all  of  your  Story  and  Song  Services  ex- 
cept Bug  Your  Own  Cherries  and  His  Mother's  Ser- 
mon.    Those  that  I  have  had  are  very  fine. 
L.  R.  Danforth, 

Claremont,  N.  H. 
The   Shepherd's   Story  touches  a   chord    in    my 
musical  make  up,  rarely  found  in  published  services  of 
song. 

C.  L.  Weeks, 

Truro,  N.  S.,  Canada 
I  have  used  your  Pink  Rose  service,  having  given  it 
in  three  different  churches  with  the  best  of  success,  and 
desire  to  give  some  of  the  others.  I  just  gave  the  Pink 
Rose  service  last  night,  on  a  warm  night  near  the  park, 
and  had  the  house  full. 

Rev.  A.  J.  Culler, 
2541  W.  Lehigh  Ave.,  Phila..  Pa. 
The  Story  and  Song  number  entitled  "The  Mis- 
sionary Hero  of  Labrador' '  was  given  by  the  Christian 
Endeavor  Society  of  the  Brighton  Congregational  Church 
last  evening  at  the  Boston  Seam  >n's  Friend  Society  in 
their  "Sailors'  Rest"  on  Hanover  St.,  as  a  bit  of  mission- 
ary and  social  service.  It  had  b  en  advertised  on  the 
ships  in  the  harbor  during  the  day  and  there  was  an 
enthusiastic  gathering  of  about  210  people  present.  It 
is  certainly  a  very  interesting  an  1  delightful  service  as 
well  as  being  full  of  useful  information  regarding  a  man 
we  all  ought  to  know. 

P.  E.  Everett, 

56  Kirkland  Street, 

Cambridge,  Mass. 

Have  had    "  Whiter  Than  Snow"  rendered  by  a 

number  of  children.      It  made  a  "a  big  hit"  and  we  are 

to  repeat  it  Sunday  afternoon.     If  you  have  any  other 

which  is  suitable  for  children  please  let  me  know. 

Miss  Annie  F.  Hayes, 

511  East  First  St., 

Charlotte,  No.  Car. 
The  pastor  and  choir  rendered  "Love  Triumphant 
last  evening  to  a  large  audience.    Received  many  hearty 
words  of  commendation  and  requests  that  it  be  repeated 
another  evening  in  the  near  future. 

Rev.  F.  H.  King. 

Sidney  Center, 

New  York 

We  have  used  Storp  of  the  Pink  Rose,  Saved  at 

Sea  and  Christie's  Old  Organ,  all  with  good  success. 

It  is  a  splendid  way  of  telling  the  "old,  old  story  of 

Jesus  and  His  love". 

J.  M.  Potter,  Pastor, 

Mechanic  Falls,  Maine 


Last  evening  we  rendered  in  place  of  our  regular 
Sunday  evening  services,  the  first  of  the  Story  and  Song 
series,  the  Storp  of  the  Pink  Rose.  I  was  greatly  pleased 
with  it  as  were  all  present.  There  is  a  large  demand 
for  more  of  the  series. 

Rev.  Samuel  W.  Robinson, 

Easton,  Maine 

The  strains  of  His  Birthday  have  hardly  died  away 
when  we  wake  up  to  the  fact  that  Easter  is  coming.  Is 
it  likely  that  you  will  have  another  service  of  Story  and 
Song  other  than  Love  Triumphant?  Kindly  let  a  e 
know.  These  services  just  suit  my  choir  and  also  suit 
my  congregation. 

Rev.  Chas.  Herald. 
392BainbridgeSt., 

Brooklyn.  N.  Y. 

I  congratulate  you  on  your  combined  song  and 
picture  service,  7'he  Missionary  Hero  of  Labrador.  We 
used  this  new  combined  service  very  recently.  Our 
Junior  Choir  previously  learned  and  rendered  the  music 
and  it  gave  g  eat  satisfaction.  Impressive  and  helpful 
as  the  service  is  when  used  without  the  Lantern  Slides 
it  has  an  added  reality  and  effectiveness  as  by  the  aid 
of  the  pictures,  one  is  able  to  see  the  man  and  his  sur- 
roundings and  watch  the  story  move  upon  the  screen. 

I  consider  the  illustration  of  Dr.  Grenfell's  story  a 
splendid  venture  on  your  part  and  hope  you  may  decide 
to  illustrate  other  services  of  the  series  later. 

Rev.  Henry  F.  Burdon, 
Pastor  Union  Congregational  Church, 

Ludlow,  Mass. 
Accept  a  word  of  commendation  for  the  excellent 
Story  and  Song  Service  entitled  His  Mother's  Sermon, 
which  our  choir  of  30  voices  assisted  by  a  reader  gave  on 
a  recent  Sunday  evening.  This  form  of  presenting  the 
gospel  message  certainly  found  a  responsive  chord  in 
the  heartsofacongregation  which  packed  our  auditorium 
to  its  fullest  capacity,  and  the  requests  for  its  being  re- 
peated are  too  strong  to  be  unheeded. 
Ian  Maclaren's  beautiful  story  gains  in  effectiveness 
when  illustrated  and  interspersed  with  these  charming 
tunes  which  in  both  words  and  music  are  of  unusual 
merit  and  value. 

Charles  H.  I  owe, 
Union  Congregational  Sunday  School. 

Medford,  Mass. 
Our  Epworth  League  has  used  the  leaflet  "Saved 
at  Sea"  and  we  liked  it  very  much.      It  was  a  very  in- 
teresting meeting.     If  you  have  other  services  similar 
to  this  one,  wdl  you  kindly  let  me  know  of  them? 
Helen  A.  Phillips, 

Crown  Point,  N.  Y. 
I  enclose  a  check  for  $1.50  for  which  please  send  me 

II  copies  of  your  new  Easter  service  entitled 
Triumphant" '.      The  one  you  sent  me  as  a  Bam  pie  I 
have  and  will  keep,  making  the  full  dozen.     The  music 
is  fine  and  the  story  is  grand,  and  I  anticipate 
profitable  Easter  service  by  its  use. 

E.  A.  Ottman, 

Ancram,  N.  Y. 
\\  igave  Where  Love  Is  last  night,  my  tit 
Mirls  (16    and  male  quartet.      It  was  a  Buccess  and 
pleased  everyone.     Sold  300 tickets.     It  was  fine.     \\r 

fixed  up  class  room  at  an  expense  of  $70.00.  Nothing 
finer  in  the  city. 

Geo.  J.  Stumpf, 

290Clinton  St.,  Buffalo.  \   v 

The    Lore    Triumphant  service    is    certainly    the 
finest  of  its  kind  we  have  ever  had  in  our  .school.      1  |„ 
congratulations  we  have  received  from  members  of  the 
church  and  congregation  have  more  than   repaid   | 
the  time  spent  in  preparation.     I  be  entire  exercii 

a  complete  BUI 

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